Sunset


Always, Habibi, love what you love.
Talk about the diving bell and the butterfly
another day.

Give away all your books.
I promise they will come back.
Your dreams can read them by moonlight.

Sleep. The ghosts are in the chimney again.
Let the wind ease your mind.

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